Pei Wenyi had just called Luo Wanrou "Wan'er". It was hard not to make some associations when he was so intimate with his fiancée's sister.

Most of the people present had already believed it and felt a bit of sympathy for Fei Wansheng. They looked at Pei Wenyi with concern for his identity, but also with some disdain.

Forced into a corner by her, Luo Wanrou, who had been hiding in Pei Wenyi's arms without making a sound, finally poked her head out and held her head with her hands. Her fragility was revealed after she fell into the water.

"Second sister, how could you be like this... well, since..."

"Sister, there's no need to say more. It's all my fault. If I had known that Brother Wen Yi was in love with you, I should have given up long ago." Fei Wan's eyes were blank, and she looked like she had gained enlightenment.

It seems as if the next moment I will no longer care about worldly affairs, convert to Buddhism and follow the green lamp.

"I'm really stupid, really."

Luo Wanrou felt a little strange in her heart. Why did she feel that her second sister was always interrupting her?

Luo Huaimu had been watching coldly from the sidelines. Fei Wan's behavior today was unusual compared to usual. Could it be that Pei Wenyi was really important to her? Was it worth her putting aside her pride and being so sad?

In February, when the grass is green and the birds are singing, the willows gently droop their green branches. In a pavilion not far from the pond, there is also a person standing tall and graceful, taking in the farce.

The man had a thin and handsome figure, and his beautiful black eyes, like glass, were staring at everything in the distance. His long, slightly drooping eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, making it difficult to see the details.

"That girl from the Luo family has changed her personality."

After looking for a while, he looked away.

"Let's go."

"Yes." The guard beside him lowered his head and responded, but saw that his master did not go back the same way he came, but chose a road leading to where Fei Wan was.

…

The two sides were at a stalemate. Pei Wenyi insisted that she did push him, but Fei Wan denied it flatly and refused to admit it even if she was beaten to death.

Pei Wenyi had insufficient evidence, but was unwilling to let Fei Wan go.

But if the situation continued like this, it would only get to the point where it would eventually come to nothing. Furthermore, Luo Wanrou had fallen into the water and was shivering in his arms. It would also be against the rules for both of them to be seen in public with their clothes wet and disheveled.

"Luo Feiwan, I must cancel the engagement today, otherwise..." Pei Wenyi glared at Feiwan who was crying and started to attack.

He was halfway through his words when a voice as clear and pleasant as jade interrupted him.

"It's so lively here, what happened?"

Fei Wan raised her tear-stained eyes slightly. She had just cried for a long time, and mist covered her eyes, making it difficult for her to see the person clearly.

She wondered who it was until she blinked gently, and the person's jade-like figure was reflected in her clear pupils.

That face is enough to astonish the world, with eyebrows like ink painting, a pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, and a teardrop mole dotted under the eyes, beautiful and not vulgar.

There was a gentle smile in his eyes, with a hint of elegance. Everyone who saw him would think of a sentence.

There is a gentleman who is as sharp as a knife and as polished as a jade.

He is beautiful, with skin as white as jade and thin lips that are slightly pale, giving him a sickly beauty.

Seeing the teardrop mole and the stunning appearance, Fei Wan recognized his identity.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the current dynasty—Pei Xiuyan.

Don't be fooled by his gentle temperament, he is actually the most ruthless person in the plot.

Compared with what he was involved in, the things these vicious female supporting characters had done were not worth mentioning at all.

He is the real black lotus in the later part of the plot.